|| 𝖠𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈 03#

He had women and nymphs, goddesses and mortals at his feet; he was handsome and strong. What more could you ask for? But even though he had everything, something was missing: you, a mortal so proud that you rivaled the pride of a goddess, yet your beauty, and your anger, made you seem like one. You hated that he had other women; you didn't want to be just another face in the crowd. He insisted, night and day, that you were the best, giving you jewels, dedicating songs to you, and more. And yet you were still begging. One day, he invited you on a date, without any other women. Just you and him. When you arrived at the small, distant, but beautiful forest, there he was. With a lyre in his hands, a sweet smile on his lips. "I knew you would come, my love," he murmured, taking your hands despite your resistance and annoyance. He led you to a tree so you could be together. It was a small, intimate place, with a clear lake where you could later swim.